[Fan Fiction] Witch Hunt- Part 4
###Part 4
As the world went by in the carriage, Vayne and Lucian sat in silence. Both of them watched the third member of their party, Damien, stare out of the window with his face pressed to the glass. It was odd to say the least, as if the fellow hadn't seen sunlight since the day he was born. "So....you're Damien...the greatest member of the Guild and bar none the oldest member we have?" Lucian questioned, peering at Damien.
"Darn skippy I am. Yesh, why did we have to leave when the sun was going down? This suuuuuucks..." he muttered, continuing to watch the trees and rivers go by. Lucian still seemed flustered and confused about the whole state of affairs. Vayne, however, was staring intently at Damien. Something was clearly on her mind concerning the man. As to what that was, however, seemed to be shrouded. Damien paused from looking out the window, raising an eyebrow at Vayne. "Did I do something wrong? You're....Vayne right? Shauna Vayne? Night Hunter?"
Vayne nodded. "Yes. I am. And if you don't mind, I'd be rather interested in hearing this whole 'immortality' business or whatever special arrangement you currently have going on."
Lucian glared at Vayne. "Remember what I said about the whol-"
"I am NOT killing him, I am just curious as to what the arrangement is with the "nonhuman" business you told me of last night," Vayne glared right back at Lucian under those ruby-tinted goggles. Lucian grumbled angrily before crossing his arms and looking away. On the opposite spectrum, Damien chuckled and nodded to Vayne, looking right at her.
"Well, it's a super complicated story. See, a looooooooooong time ago in a distant land...one that doesn't really exist anymore in Runeterra....I was a gallant knight who-"
"To the point, Damien," Vayne interrupted, Damien kicked right out of his grand tale of magic and heroics.
"Ooooooh. Right. Well, see, I got trapped in a cave and that's when this magical spirit of...holiness? Maybe it was just a spirit of kindness...whatever. It was a noble spirit who looked at me and saw my heroic heart. She said that she could extend my lifespan as long as I stayed in the cave and that it would be signified by a candle. So, long as I don't leave the cave, the candle doesn't go down! Hence why I'm only sent out on super import-"
"I see. Very well." Vayne turned away from Damien, looking out the window. She had gotten the information she needed, she didn't want to hear anymore. Damien grimaced, crossing his arms in a huff. How rude is it to interrupt someone who is in the middle of a story, huh!?
Damien turned to Lucian, asking "Is she always like this?"
"Every damn hour of every damn day," Lucian responded.
A few hours passed before the group arrived at their destination. Opening the carriage, Lucian and Vayne stepped out...and it appeared they were just outside of Piltover, according to the high-tech signs and the non-polluted atmosphere. However, the main attraction was the massive billboard that advertised the most important thing happening in Piltover this evening:
PENTAKILL ONE NIGHT ONLY GREATEST BAND OF VALORAN PLAYING THE GREATEST HITS.
Just under all the text was a massive sign that read "SOLD OUT". It wouldn't be hard to find the host-area either, considering the enormous spotlights flailing across the crowds. "Really. A Pentakill concert? That's the only lead we have at the moment?" Vayne sneered, turning to Lucian to express her discontent with not only being near vile creatures but being near people who considered vile monstrosities artists.
Lucian shrugged. "We have someone on the inside who serves as our eyes and ears. They make a move or slip a secret, we got a heads-up on them. Don't worry, from the sound of it the concert hasn't started yet so we won't have to stick around for any numbers."
"Well you two have fun! I'm gonna stay in the carriage!" Damien said, eliciting a deadpan look from both Lucian and Vayne. "What? Music hurts my ears...besides, you two have disguises, remember?" Damien motioned to the back of the carriage, which held some disguises for the two to wear so they wouldn't stick out too grotesquely.
Lucian and Vayne went to the back of the carriage, grabbing their disguises. "Alright, you two have fun now. Be back by eight or your mother will get worried, y'know, the usual!" Damien then slammed the door shut as the carriage was pulled off, the sun setting in the distance. Vayne turned to Lucian, raising an eyebrow at the Purifier.
Lucian let out a groan of disapproval. "I get it, I get it. He's weird."
The two of them moved behind some bushes, quickly changing their clothing and hiding their normal attires in a safe place. Completely in disguise, the two looked like normal Pentakill fans: Atrocious, unwashed and wearing far too much black eyeliner. Lucian raised an eyebrow at Vayne, the woman covered in gaudy silver chains and torn fishnets. "You look like a teenager who wants to go to the Shadow Islands but can't get parental permission."
"And you look like a bastard."
Lucian slapped his face into his palm, letting out a groan. "Silly me, I forgot you can't joke around with the night hunter."
After a short walk to the stadium, the two arrived just by the stage door. Most of the crowd was congealed out-front: A sweaty mass of unclean metal-heads who wanted nothing more than to get in before the show started. Both had been able to avoid most of the curious looks, but it was clear there was going to be trouble getting into the stage door. "So what's your plan here, hm?" Vayne questioned, double-checking her disguise purse for her crossbow-gauntlet. She felt so damned naked without wearing it.
"Sit tight, I got a plan to get in," Lucian said. He had brought the larger of his two weapons in a backpack of sorts, slung over one shoulder much like Vayne's. He moved to the stage door, guarded by a bulky Piltover fellow. Probably a mechanic of some kind when not moonlighting as a security guard. The man was easily a good six inches taller than Lucian, sporting about four times the muscle compared to his lithe build as well.
As Lucian approached, the man raised one meaty paw. "You got a pass, kiddo?" he questioned. On the plus side, the ratty disguises seemed to blend in amazingly well. Kudos had to go to the guild for crafting such convincing attires.
"Oh yeah...hold on one sec', lemme find it..." Lucian swung his backpack around, opening it and beginning to rummage through it for 'the pass'. He did this for just a few seconds, the guard watching with a bored expression. "Ah, here it is." In a movement almost too quick to catch, Lucian viciously yanked his weapon from the pack, cracking the security guard over the head with the heavy stone part in a single stroke. Acting quickly, Lucian grasped the man, dragging him away from the door and hiding him where he wouldn't hopefully be seen.
Vayne raised an eyebrow, Lucian taking the badge from the guard and sticking it on his own outfit. "I'm impressed. Here I was thinking your magical cinderblocks were clunky by accident," Vayne sneered, Lucian hiding his weapon back in the pack and slinging the backpack to it's original state on one shoulder.
"Real funny. Lightstone hurts like hell if you can smash it into someone's temple. Did it a few times in a League match. Made Leona stumble once actually," Lucian said as he opened the door, shooing Vayne in. "C'mon. Stick close. If anyone asks, you're my girlfriend who I'm showing around because we're huge Pentakill fans."
"A fan of Pentakill and your girlfriend. I do believe I'll vomit," Vayne said, following Lucian as he did his best to look like the security officers. "Try to stay clear of Mordekaiser and Karthus. They're the ones who would probably raise a fit and I doubt any of us really wish to fight backstage," Vayne added, Lucian double-checking corners to make sure he wouldn't run into either of those two.
The two wandered through the backstage, only being stopped once for a brief moment to get "those kids off the damn ticket booth we're sold out". After completely ignoring that command, the two finally arrived at the door they had been searching for. On said door was a small silver star with an interchangeable name-tag on the door. This tag read:
SONA
"Really? Sona? You drafted HER?" Vayne whispered, Lucian tapping on the door. "Sona doesn't exactly strike me as the type to purify the lands."
Lucian rolled his eyes for what felt like the thirtieth time this evening. "She's our eyes and ears in Pentakill. Nobody would suspect her and we needed SOMEONE who had some sort of musical talent," he added.
As the two talked, the door slowly opened. Sona, in her Pentakill outfit, tilted her head to the side. "It's Lucian," Lucian whispered, Sona's mouth making a sort of "Oh, I see" motion before she opened the door wider, quickly getting both Lucian and Vayne inside before closing her door behind the two, locking said door to prevent any unnecessary intrusions.
The room itself was, as one may expect, very luxurious. Wide mirror, comfy couch, fan flowers from all manner of people, even a personal hextech phone should Sona need anything. "Sona, this is Vayne, you probably can't tell throu-"
Sona gave a rapid series of nods, grabbing a notepad and pencil as she waited for Lucian to start asking questions. Sona may be mute, but she was very good at telling people apart. No amount of ridiculous clothing could hide Vayne's appearance from her. "Well, first of all, you hear any rumblings about going-ons in the Shadow Isles?" Lucian questioned, Sona giving a few quick shakes of her head. "Figured as much. How about anything related to a witch called Bandora?"
This time, however, Sona gave a few rapid nods. She grabbed the pencil and quickly began to sketch on the pad, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she worked on this piece. It took about a minute but, on said pad, Sona had drawn an incredibly detailed prison. "So she was heading for a prison? Lucian do-" Vayne paused as she looked at Lucian. He looked...terrified. Shaken. Something was clearly up with him. Sona as well noticed this, frowning a bit as she flipped the page.
She scribbled a bit more until she had finished: A laughing skeleton with odd dreadlocks coming from the top. It was now clear where Bandora had gone and why Lucian had been so panicked: She had fled to the one person who could cause Lucian to freeze. Perhaps from panic, perhaps from rage, but it's clear the effect had been in every fiber of Lucian's being.
Bandora had gone to Thresh's domain....
End Part 4